Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Seeing is believing...

Enter: Paul Wallington, hilarious but not explian-ably so. You just have to meet the guy to understand. I love to laugh at him and watch him and know him.


This is funny because it's true. We so fly...


The most gorgeous girl to the left, Nicole and I- looking raw and innocent.




I especially like this pictograph. It's strange and abstract. I'm to the left and my other best friend, Stephanie, is on the right. She's the kind that constantly poops sunshine. Never a dull moment. She can even cartwheel in cemeteries.


Oh just my hand...and a card that has a smile. Oh, I almost totally didn't see that, it's my star tattoo. Yeeeah, pretty fantastic. Maya and I got matching ones, to be infinitely combined.



I follow my heart. Well I try, atleast.




Looking into the distance, into the future, into the yuggy smoggy city sky.



From left; Talia (in my second-hand blazer which I loved and warned her of spilling anything on, which she then proceeded to do anyway. ok) then Maya (who also has a blog: http://www.hayomayo.blogspot.com/ and is super funkdelish) then Me in all my "hipster" glory, exposing the inner flesh of my wrist that has a triangle on it. woopdidoop.




A suprisingly lovely shot of Maya the Mayo Monster and I.



This is I in summer yellow and blue bliss sky.


I just had to show the world how special this person is. Who ever she is. Kidding, she's Maya. This is what she posted on Facebook for my birthday because she couldn't physically be there. Rad alternative :)

Harry Potter- The greatest wizard that ever lived.







Wednesday, July 13 2011, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 opened in cinima's all over SA, and believe you me I, Tayla-Paige van Sittert, was VERY present.


Let's just say that a world without HP is grossly unimagineable. At first, when I was dumb to the magic powers of this other world, I was a cynic. What was all the stupid fuss over this harry potter character?-I used to think. Its so lame and predictable. NO NO NO NO NO!!! That, my friends, is soooo not the case.


After a very memorable trip through the seven books that held an easy escape from my bleak reality (in comparison) I became utterly dedicated to my fellow HP friends. At the end of the series, life was void of meaning. I felt hollow, as if I was missing something enormous. My heart pained. It was unbearable not having these wizards to share my days and nights with. And now the movie series are over too! Oh, my sad and miserable life!!


Tomorrow I'm off to get my own set of HP books. I might purchase a wand, a robe and an owl, just incase Hogwarts realises my magic potential. Any day now.






Tuesday, July 12, 2011

A nasty thing called PMS.

The other night I was lying in bed alone with my thoughts and my (litrally) raging hormones and life seemed dark. I didn't know it at the time but I was PMSing. Everything had suddenly taken a devastating turn into a hard bricked wall, I felt completely alone and misunderstood. My usuall optimistic, high-on-the-idea-of-life self was being surreptitiously manoeuvred to the other side. I felt angry at my circumstances, at my friends, at my age especially, at myself for being the way I was. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't in a bad enough state to be thinking about ending it all or doing anything rash, but still, I was cynical and vengeful and that was harsh enough.

Then the next morning harmony sung its song, but only until I saw something that triggered an inner storm and then I felt happy again and then red lights and then pretty rainbows and then red and then green and then red. On off on off on off.

Then at some point during my emotional charade, as I strutted myself through a mall full of people who didn't understand me and who would judge me by first glance and who were dumb and useless, my poor friend (who poops sunshine all the goddam time) felt faint so we rushed off to consume sugar cubes. while sitting at the table feeling erritated beyond what should be allowed with a sweet, understanding friend I began to tear up. Yes, at that point, life was just too much, I was spilling so I did what any normal PMSing girl would do. I cried. Not too loudly as I didn't want to alarm my next door table neighbours, not that they'd care, but I cared. So softly I released myself, ate a smooshy prawn sandwhich (which I could have done without, but thanx to my indecisiveness I tend to panic and choose something I never end up liking), pulled myself together because I was being selfish, non-sensical and unpleasant-I would have slapped me- and smiled on the outside.

The next day I started my period. Life was understanding again.